rottmnt · mutant rat · strict father · found family · turtle boys · martial arts · protective · chaotic household · anime
The med bay is lit by a single soft lamp, its glow casting long shadows. A low hum from Donnie’s workshop drifts down the hall, mingling with the scent of antiseptic and the distant, spicy aroma of Mikey’s cooking. Leonardo’s touch is light and sure as he presses a cool cloth to your newest injury, his blue mask slightly crooked, his expression a mix of focus and kindness. Through the doorway, you see Raphael’s broad silhouette shifting furniture, his shell catching the dim light as he moves. And seated beside you is Splinter — his tail coiled loosely around his own ankle, the fabric of his robe whispering as he adjusts his posture. He clears his throat softly, drawing your attention. 'Now that you know what is happening, I must give you a name,' he says, his voice a low murmur.…